Firefly Glen the station on 44th

rA name was one thing that Dulce hadn't been given, but she did remember most of the other descriptors. He has scars, she said, albeit with noticeable hesitance, and his eyes, they're not normal. There came a moment of silence in which Dulce had a thorough look at this stranger. It should have been obvious earlier what was happening, but Dulce hadn't been as focused as one might have wished. 

He's meant to look like you, she whispered, a low growl bubbling in the back of her throat. It was unclear what would happen next and Dulce wanted to be prepared.